tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68335769525534471062024-02-21T11:13:02.330-06:00The Boys of SimiskeyvilleThe Musings and Happenings of Beeju, Nutty and One Proud PapaPops Stargellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12921963867975550928noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833576952553447106.post-75483772140678470492011-08-14T21:22:00.000-05:002011-08-14T21:22:41.844-05:00LDS Night at Minute Maid Park<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Wednesday, June 29, 2011 - Tonight was our annual Latter-day Saint Friends and Family Night at Minute Maid Park to watch the Houston Astros. It was co-sponsored by the Houston chapters of the BYU Management Society (of which I'm the current president) and the BYU Alumni Association. This year, we wanted to try something different. So I obtained permission from the Astros for us to have a Primary children's choir sing the National Anthem (in LDS lingo, it was a "multi-stake" group...meaning that the children came from about a dozen different congregations in the area). As a result, approximately 90 Primary children (ages 5-12) from the Katy, Richmond and Sugar Land areas of Houston had a once-in-a-lifetime</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> opportunity....but I'm certain that no one enjoyed it as much as I - and their parents - did.<br />
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Before the night ever happened, we already started talking about next year's event. It's going to be bigger and better. But nothing will ever change how special the first go-round was. Thanks to everyone who participated in the choir. And thanks to the more than 500 people who purchased tickets with our group. See you back at Minute Maid Park in 2012!</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBM4y72GgC5YmklxpS0wjoEnL_G2cRae2Fnj1K3InkV6h9MG1LOwwD9jERVneWhkoPBebml4bX2udOuBvKYNH56mGHd4V3KBMSX9MjitcM00H0-7VMUVSJYBAhXvh5SUDrEoYj5dd92U0/s1600/Astros+Game.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBM4y72GgC5YmklxpS0wjoEnL_G2cRae2Fnj1K3InkV6h9MG1LOwwD9jERVneWhkoPBebml4bX2udOuBvKYNH56mGHd4V3KBMSX9MjitcM00H0-7VMUVSJYBAhXvh5SUDrEoYj5dd92U0/s320/Astros+Game.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Pre-game with my two favorite baseball buddies.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU1RQEXeOlPOzWEmcNZm4ChhIA0jmDFHJoxhssQj0d-15sKrR3FrklscrLYI4S_muUQ7I7KovHoQSsMh3R8WwbCOr7CHAopAd2_G3WOu2EQ8oJMUFsC7Q6PG_kuEwb1XbbVhC5b-Ap27w/s1600/Astros+Choir+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU1RQEXeOlPOzWEmcNZm4ChhIA0jmDFHJoxhssQj0d-15sKrR3FrklscrLYI4S_muUQ7I7KovHoQSsMh3R8WwbCOr7CHAopAd2_G3WOu2EQ8oJMUFsC7Q6PG_kuEwb1XbbVhC5b-Ap27w/s320/Astros+Choir+2.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Waving to the crowd after a job well done! If you look closely, you can see me and the boys cheering the choir on along the right field warning track near the tunnel entrance (far right of the picture).</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpmJ7bwag55Sbrtcb49dzVWb1YDV3T7G3khpH46KLsswTYdsRmjvubxJpyPCkyUq5JNQLHSeFiW_WZ7xIidzG76M2emnSNcN63gLDdRVsq9qGBYL9N_WONr21QgJgQaO3XIf4OSSN_vG0/s1600/Taggert.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpmJ7bwag55Sbrtcb49dzVWb1YDV3T7G3khpH46KLsswTYdsRmjvubxJpyPCkyUq5JNQLHSeFiW_WZ7xIidzG76M2emnSNcN63gLDdRVsq9qGBYL9N_WONr21QgJgQaO3XIf4OSSN_vG0/s320/Taggert.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Our amazing choir director - Taggert Mayfield. A legend in his own time. He worked his tail off to make this thing happen. And, as with everything he does, he went way, way above and beyond - both in time and with his personal financial resources. Most of those kids and families will never know how he impacted that night or how lucky we were to have him. Thanks again, Tagg!</span></div>Pops Stargellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12921963867975550928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833576952553447106.post-73709907143460118192011-03-21T01:46:00.000-05:002011-03-21T01:46:06.109-05:00Corpus Retreat, Part One<span style="font-size: large;">Wednesday-Thursday, August 11-12, 2010. This post is entirely generated out of the sheer missing of my boys. Because of joint custody and our 50-50 split, Amy and I rotate who gets the boys for Spring Break. I get even years, she gets odd. So they've been enjoying their break from school with her and her parents this past week. They've been having a good time, and I've enjoyed hearing about their adventures each night on the phone. But dang I miss them! I miss them after an HOUR, so I'm pulling my hair out after a WEEK (hey, no bald jokes!).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And since the weather has been beach-worthy lately, I've been spending a lot of time daydreaming about being on the sand with my kiddos. Which brought up the memory of a mini vacation that we took last August down to Corpus Christi (about 3 hours away) that I never blogged about. So here are the pics. It's mostly just a late-night therapy session for me to look through photos and relive a great memory. T-minus 14 hours until I see them again! </span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimWhV7I50U73QN1GPAewavWnz4MoyDVtdlKqThc7AEvK1NGn5uubjGKzDQgrRat-5NfhsAKQij1OJMjODHfznVcXNA_VHXqQo_5BqXBnLYWTP3qulUo97X2j21uNYrjDYH3EHJRl_yFs0/s1600/Pictures+2010-09-16+297.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimWhV7I50U73QN1GPAewavWnz4MoyDVtdlKqThc7AEvK1NGn5uubjGKzDQgrRat-5NfhsAKQij1OJMjODHfznVcXNA_VHXqQo_5BqXBnLYWTP3qulUo97X2j21uNYrjDYH3EHJRl_yFs0/s320/Pictures+2010-09-16+297.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Beeju kissing his bed. Yes, kissing. Repeatedly. He loved this place. Loved everything about it. Now THAT's the kind of genuine reaction that lets you know they're enjoying themselves.</span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8RU6GhE8cxX9MekR5Gu4wdgqUXitt6KX6C1PGFJQUJiYqsqLQYqWOyRkty1dGC_3wSgU6eLkFEmCAQEFa_J9LtS3k_g8k-OfHjXCC2__ejw-3gDyzNHdBSCarZgVZxpb1ggZ3TZEAYaA/s1600/Pictures+2010-09-16+298.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8RU6GhE8cxX9MekR5Gu4wdgqUXitt6KX6C1PGFJQUJiYqsqLQYqWOyRkty1dGC_3wSgU6eLkFEmCAQEFa_J9LtS3k_g8k-OfHjXCC2__ejw-3gDyzNHdBSCarZgVZxpb1ggZ3TZEAYaA/s320/Pictures+2010-09-16+298.jpg" width="240" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nut opening his gift bag from the hotel. They had a great kids program...gift bags at check-in (treats, games, etc), cookies and milk delivered to the room in the evening, etc. It's 7 months later, and the boys still talk excitedly about this hotel.</span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT_dfVR82uzPzH8nG_5VVze_kNqTJnMwI_ojBdtt3guVuFOhzBjDXDaVE_CmffhSOg09PsZUEuKyu47KXl746RxXW9gWkbGhvwzyWL1tk7ALftjpD0j1stmoajLFqj8HcMB1sG6Awj98g/s1600/Pictures+2010-09-16+308.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT_dfVR82uzPzH8nG_5VVze_kNqTJnMwI_ojBdtt3guVuFOhzBjDXDaVE_CmffhSOg09PsZUEuKyu47KXl746RxXW9gWkbGhvwzyWL1tk7ALftjpD0j1stmoajLFqj8HcMB1sG6Awj98g/s320/Pictures+2010-09-16+308.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">View from the room. Very relaxing.</span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEdZQ2nmyb5DWZaZ63nbB8y1XjDyQbAjER_-qb30XYDpFKMRuvVZuvC68rVHpn4kG9fh-5zz6aS75F5ipppOQKsGGOJNnhtB4yaS-LGUgWY5_QNmZD_b9iyJoP2EaiRcxuVYKmI7UloVk/s1600/Pictures+2010-09-16+342.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEdZQ2nmyb5DWZaZ63nbB8y1XjDyQbAjER_-qb30XYDpFKMRuvVZuvC68rVHpn4kG9fh-5zz6aS75F5ipppOQKsGGOJNnhtB4yaS-LGUgWY5_QNmZD_b9iyJoP2EaiRcxuVYKmI7UloVk/s320/Pictures+2010-09-16+342.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">No real reason for a second shot of this. Except that I love their goofiness. And it cracks me up that Noah kept posing like that (one hand on his hip, the other in the air). No idea why. But I love it. Oh, and it kinda looks like Peanut has rabbit ears. Cute little Bunny.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Pops Stargellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12921963867975550928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833576952553447106.post-56927592152243004102011-03-21T01:00:00.000-05:002011-03-21T01:00:56.471-05:00Corpus Retreat, Part Deux<span style="font-size: large;">Wednesday-Thursday, August 11-12, 2010. Continuation of our mini vacation to Corpus Christi...</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbym-v3U1Wd_eUMZV19xTVKhkicLembvfVFFOwmb5IgnTDJ1NVYNR6MJUme2mWf7f1aGaqkNh3BBsuIv4BA5-oYgYI4LcYe2Ml6WnlmPVHk_j40H3idNO3h14Q1BHF2ggIqu2m1vh_HNQ/s1600/Pictures+2010-09-16+350.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbym-v3U1Wd_eUMZV19xTVKhkicLembvfVFFOwmb5IgnTDJ1NVYNR6MJUme2mWf7f1aGaqkNh3BBsuIv4BA5-oYgYI4LcYe2Ml6WnlmPVHk_j40H3idNO3h14Q1BHF2ggIqu2m1vh_HNQ/s320/Pictures+2010-09-16+350.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dang I love our flag. Always have. Chokes me up every time I see Old Glory. I literally can't pass her by without pausing. What a great country we live in. Perfect? Heck no. But there's no place like it. Where's my Lee Greenwood CD when I need it?</span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnjWSFi2jVpIl88NtUuBuwA7dRxu6CR2e0Zl8d9M416SbixJ7ntGZ4LTTp0yXXAtBEAhDXAv92AZNgha6hsy6iz4Lbt02B77Pzg_f9Hl_rR9iuWXwULBppWsrpkm1xXTeE9DRxSpJFL3g/s1600/Pictures+2010-09-16+370.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnjWSFi2jVpIl88NtUuBuwA7dRxu6CR2e0Zl8d9M416SbixJ7ntGZ4LTTp0yXXAtBEAhDXAv92AZNgha6hsy6iz4Lbt02B77Pzg_f9Hl_rR9iuWXwULBppWsrpkm1xXTeE9DRxSpJFL3g/s320/Pictures+2010-09-16+370.jpg" width="240" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dude, check out those guns. My boy has been working out.</span></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The game ended up going into extra innings (a two-run HR by the Dodgers won it in the 11th), but the boys were determined to stay and see the fireworks. So we didn't get home until almost 1:00a, but it was worth every minute. And what a way for Peanut to see his first game!</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Brothers walking and talking on the way to Minute Maid Park. I'm sorry, but is that cute or what? Ridiculously cute. Seriously, I can't stop staring at it.</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Saw Mickey on the way in to our seats. Peanut probably could've seen this and gone home and been happy. But little did he know the fun that was yet in store.</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">If you look closely, I'm pretty sure his shoes are on fire. Smokin' fast!</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Curious George does NOT fool around when he runs. And yet, he still manages to smile the entire way. You just cannot possibly take the adorable out of that boy.</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">This shows you how close we were. For $9! (Those seats are normally $39.) And our section was only sparsely filled. In fact, we just about had our entire row to ourselves. Which allowed for my munchkins to wander up and down the row periodically to stretch their legs - a key benefit in any baseball game, but especially an extra inning affair.</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Q: What's the only thing better for a young fan than cotton candy at a baseball game?</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">A: Having your own, so you don't have to share.</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Talk about focused. He looks like Clubber Lang waiting for Rocky in Rocky III ("Dead meat."). This was a game where a shot of water would come out of that hole in the middle of the plate, and you had to try to hit it.</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Look at that bat speed! He missed the water, but he's putting together a nice golf swing.</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The first 10,000 fans got free harmonicas. I know, I had the same quizzical reaction at first. See below for why they handed them out.</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">So after the game finally ended, and while we waited for the retractable roof to open for the fireworks show, they attempted to set a new Guinness world record for </span><a href="http://mlb.mlb.com/news/article.jsp?ymd=20100910&content_id=14502100&notebook_id=14539276&vkey=notebook_hou&fext=.jsp&c_id=hou"><span style="font-size: large;">"largest harmonica ensemble."</span></a><span style="font-size: large;"> Uh, ok. Whatever. So here we are doing our part to make history. It was an honor, really. And by that, I mean it helped to pass the time while we waited for the fireworks.</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pure enjoyment. And I'm just talking about me watching Sam watching fireworks.</span></div><br />
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</div>Pops Stargellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12921963867975550928noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833576952553447106.post-67407215178783945512011-03-06T22:46:00.000-06:002011-03-06T22:46:14.024-06:00Green Acres Is The Place To Be<span style="font-size: large;">Saturday, October 23, 2010. This was our annual autumn visit to </span><a href="http://www.dewberryfarm.com/"><span style="font-size: large;">Dewberry Farm</span></a><span style="font-size: large;"> in Brookshire, TX - just a stone's throw from home (assuming you could throw a stone 20 miles). Great place to take the kids and spend an afternoon. We couldn't get enough and ended up shutting the place down at night this time. Lots of fun things to do. Plus, they sell food on sticks which is just a bonus.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It just wouldn't be a true Texan blog without a good farm post every now and again.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Brief pause in the action. I love this shot because of Sammy's facial expression. You have to click on it and blow it up for the full effect. Such a Nut.</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">A determined Nut at the duck races. You have to prime the pump so that the water comes out and creates a current for the rubber duckies to race down the row.</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Moments before getting bounced to the moon.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sno-cone break.</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Getting ready for the pig races. I tried to get shots of the race itself, but those little squealers were FAST. Gave me nightmarish flashbacks to the javelinas that chased me on a Scout campout at Aransas Pass back in the day as a scrawny 12-year-old when my leader dropped me off near the entrance to hike in to camp by myself so I could pass off a requirement. I've never been the same since. Come up behind me and squeal and see how fast I run. Seriously...do it...I want to hear you squeal. Come on, chicken.</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Noah's obviously thrilled to be taking this pic. But he still humored me. I love that about him.</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Somehow, Nut always seems 3-4 inches too short for these things no matter where we go or how big or small the sign. But you gotta love the effort from Shorty.</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hot on the trail in the corn maze.</span></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Riding in these things for an adult is mega-uncomfortable. It has the leg room of a dishwasher (even for a 6-year-old, as you can see). But riding around with these angels, do you really think I cared even the slightest? No. The answer is no.</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">From his very first step, his approach was flawless. And despite running full speed, he never crosses the line. It's amazing, really.</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Are you kidding me? This boy has PBA Champ written all over him. And you have no idea how much he loves bowling. Actually, look at the picture again...ok, now you have an idea.</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Had to post a second shot, because one just wasn't enough.</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nut was determined to bowl just like big brother, including using the same ball - despite it weighing what seemed to be four times the weight of his little Peanut body.</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Thank goodness for bumpers, because this boy had so much english on the ball that it was really more like spanglish. Whatever he was doing was working though, because he picked up split after split after split.</span></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Anytime BYU plays a sporting event within striking distance of Houston, there's a good chance I'll be there. Last September, I drove the 1,500 mile round trip to Tallahassee, FL to watch them play (or attempt to play) the Florida State Seminoles in football. (As a bonus, I got to drive through Chattahoochee, FL...where, I hear, it gets hotter than a....). I was also able to arrive in time Friday evening to attend the team's fireside (a tradition of Bronco's whenever they play a road game), which was really cool. It was there that I learned from the locals that you must always, always refer to the FSU colors as GARNET and gold - a lesson that was reiterated multiple times during our visit in Tallahassee.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My brother, Stan, and two of his kids (Colin and Jack) couldn't leave Houston until later, so they drove through the night and arrived just in time to wake me up in the morning and crash in my hotel room. After Stan caught a couple of zzz's, we headed over near campus to meet up for lunch with Cheri (my brother James' sister-in-law), her son Cody and her dad Roger who were all in town for Cody's campus visit and the football game. (Cheri posted those pics on Facebook, so I won't re-post here.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then came the football game. That blasted football game. The Cougs battled and scored 10 late points in the first half to close the gap to 13-10 heading into the break. Unfortunately, they didn't come out for the second half. Final score: 34-10. After another loss at TCU in October, BYU is now 0-5 in road games that I've been to. I'm starting to take it personally.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'll think twice about going to another early season outdoor game in the hot, humid south. It was sweltering in Tallahassee! Well, ok, I'll think twice AFTER I go see the Cougs play Ole Miss in Oxford on Sept 3 and UT in Austin on Sept 10 this fall.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Here come the men in white.</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The grand entrance of Chief Osceola and his horse, Renegade.</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Just seconds before Jake Heaps threw a 4-yard TD pass to Cody Hoffman 14 seconds before halftime to make it 13-10 FSU....the peak of our excitement for the day.</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Me and two of my stud nephews, Colin and Jack, staying in the shade during halftime. Dang, it was hot that day.</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'm pretty sure those were our hopes for a good season that were burning on the end of the statue in front of Doak Campbell Stadium after the game.</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">After the shelacking in Tallahassee, we wimpered over to stay the night with our Aunt Lynette, where we got to visit with her and some of our long, lost cousins (one of which, apparently, goes by "Booger.")</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Very odd Ripley's Believe It or Not building in Florida. Had to do a double take.</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">My little Curious George standing by his bin at his new pre-k/daycare.</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nutty excited for his first day of the school year.</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Beeju armed and ready to nail first grade! </span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sitting at his new desk. I love seeing his bottled up excitement and apprehension on the first day of school. So dang cute.</span></div><br />
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</div>Pops Stargellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12921963867975550928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833576952553447106.post-37874602457254522892011-03-06T18:48:00.000-06:002011-03-06T18:48:16.357-06:00Hoop, There It Is<span style="font-size: large;">Monday, July 26, 2010. If you ranked the things that the boys and I have spent the most free time on since last summer, at or near the top of that list would be our indoor ESPN SportsCenter. A friend from church called me one day and said that they had been cleaning out their garage and wondered if I wanted a sports set that was still in the unopened box that had been in their garage for years. Without more details than that, I skeptically said "sure." And thank goodness I did. Because that thing rocks the universe. We love it! It has provided hours and hours of entertainment and exercise - especially on those ridiculously hot Texas days (and during that horrendous Houston blizzard of 2011...). Thanks a bagillion to our friends for their generosity!</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Beeju bringing the heater. He's got some velocity and movement. And that's after only 3 months of getting regular "Roger Clemens" shots. And maybe a few rubdowns of "the cream" and "the clear."</span></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The tourney was extra fun to attend because (1) the gym (the South Padre Island Convention Center) was very intimate - probably smaller than my high school gym even and (2) BYU fans far outnumbered any of the other teams playing. The primary teams this year were BYU, St. Mary's, Texas Tech and South Florida. We got treated to two days of fantastic basketball (and one afternoon of nightmarish football when BYU blew their game against Utah...which we were watching in one of the restaurants down there on Friday in between games...but I digress). The Cougs won the tournament by defeating South Florida 77-75 in double overtime (on a last second shot by Noah Hartsock!) and St. Mary's 74-73 (thanks to a 3-pointer by Jimmer with 11 seconds left!). I was apparently caught on TV during my exuberance singing the fight song at the end of the championship game - a less than flattering moment caught by my friends, the Elliotts, which they then felt compelled to share on Facebook. (And which their son still laughs about when he sees me.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Just a couple of pics from day 2 of the tourney...</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">This shows how close to the action I was in my front row seat (which I rarely sat down in). Which means I technically didn't have to yell that loud. But let's be clear...I did anyway.</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Post-tournament award ceremony. Hartsock, Jax and Jimmer were all-tourney, and Jimmer was the MVP.</span></div><br />
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</div>Pops Stargellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12921963867975550928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833576952553447106.post-63909296652157163272011-03-06T17:39:00.001-06:002011-08-14T19:13:57.430-05:00Talk About Scary<span style="font-size: large;">Halloween 2010. It was brought to my attention yesterday that a couple of friends who I hadn't seen since the mid-90's had stumbled onto my blog and been reading it. Which made me realize: shoot, if someone's actually reading this thing, I should get going and update it. So I'm going to try to crank out a series of posts from the last 6 months or so. Just highlights at this point. And in no chronological order.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It's hard to be a scary lion when you laugh and smile constantly. But that's why I love Peanut so much. It's almost impossible to keep him from grinning.</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Beeju as Dracula. I couldn't find kid-sized vampire teeth, so he tried to mash in the adult ones. That was a hard costume for me. Next year, I'll do better. He was happy though, and that's what matters.</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I never dress up for Halloween. And now you know why. But hey, the humor was at someone else's expense, so it wasn't all that painful. And let's be honest, it was dead on for James (one of my older brothers). In fact, someone who knows both of us saw me at our church Halloween party and (without seeing/reading my sign) made a comment about how I looked like the old pictures of James that she had seen. I rest my case. My only regret...posting this pic on Facebook. Really Ben? Really? I embarrass myself sometimes.</span></div>Pops Stargellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12921963867975550928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833576952553447106.post-78252320068520728842010-09-28T22:35:00.000-05:002010-09-28T22:35:45.519-05:00When Wobbles Turn Into Holes<span style="font-size: large;">Sunday, September 12, 2010. For weeks and weeks, Noah had a couple of loose teeth. The initial wobbles gradually morphed into bends which slowly became twists and turns. By the end, those darn teeth were doing moves that would make Olympic gymnasts jealous. Finally, during the wee hours of Sunday morning, while Beeju and his wobbly teeth slept soundly, tooth #1 bit the dust. When he first woke up, he didn't even notice. Watching his stunned reaction when it finally hit him was priceless. So we went into his room and searched through his sheets until we found the missing mouth jewelry.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">That boy couldn't stop smiling all day long. And when the Tooth Fairy came the next night, it was like Christmas morning here. So much fun for Pops!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Since that time, tooth #2 has also fallen out - this time at Chick-fil-a. Here's to lots and lots of toothless grins for years to come!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We basically just took a big box, cut off the top and bottom, rounded the top and bottom to make an egg shape, drew a face, gave him some striped shorts and then added a brick wall at the bottom. Although, it dawned on both of us the morning after that it looked more like an egg sitting inside the top of a chimney than an egg on a wall. Details, details. I also maybe should've put on suspender-like straps so that he could wear it on his shoulders instead of making arm holes for him to carry it. But it all worked out in the end. And I think my little Round Mound of Rebound thoroughly enjoyed being the best dang Humpty Dumpty that school had ever seen.</span><br />
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</div>Pops Stargellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12921963867975550928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833576952553447106.post-67028309136812137912010-08-02T20:37:00.000-05:002010-08-02T20:37:51.529-05:00Celebrating Freedom at Surfside<span style="font-size: large;">Tuesday, July 6, 2010. Since both Amy and I had our July 4th holidays at work on Monday, I let her have the boys that day while I worked (Mondays are always mine with the boys), and then I took Tuesday off and spent it with the boys. The best part of taking Tuesday off was that Surfside Beach was almost entirely empty when me and the boys went. It was so nice to be there and have it not be crowded.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The painful lesson I learned: my arms aren't long enough to put sunscreen on my own back. After all afternoon in the sun, I came home with a super red 6x10 rectangular window of burnage on the upper half of my back. It hurt too much to laugh when it was red...but now that it's nice and tan, it cracks me up to see in the mirror. Next time, I'll have to bribe one of the boys to give me a hand.</span><br />
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</div>Pops Stargellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12921963867975550928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833576952553447106.post-1868768275223779472010-08-01T21:23:00.000-05:002010-08-01T21:23:42.122-05:00First Baseball Game<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">Thursday, June 24, 2010. Today, Noah's summer program field trip was to Minute Maid Park downtown to watch the Astros' afternoon game. Naturally, I could not possibly miss my boy's first ever baseball game. Just couldn't do it. So I met up with Beeju's group before the game and then spent the day with him. I didn't take a ton of pics...just enough to capture the day for posterity. After all, a boy's first baseball game is a big deal. He's now well on his way to being a man. Next step: learning to chew/spit sunflower seeds. We're working on it.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQSsHBf54gDd7Cc7_JqXxagclB6jaOHOFTQdcJJXonlujxxEtzS7MPuWrCOfRdJK2gn7xDdUrrqlDF0ywz5miehSH0SndN6do-vaiUtUp5gfp10bXOMhKMVG4IKzpWkmS14jft-rLdcrw/s1600/Pictures+2010-07-22+044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQSsHBf54gDd7Cc7_JqXxagclB6jaOHOFTQdcJJXonlujxxEtzS7MPuWrCOfRdJK2gn7xDdUrrqlDF0ywz5miehSH0SndN6do-vaiUtUp5gfp10bXOMhKMVG4IKzpWkmS14jft-rLdcrw/s320/Pictures+2010-07-22+044.jpg" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Proud Papa moment</span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjtjOTbmiGww8QBHnA9cT8etmzj5xV10kiiFVnAT2gLZ-ubVfOdfagJCuLAVdO67RoTGeGkFSOJsdpZolQtnhVgHjGmlN4PYxtiwdcRekIK_cTSrgE-MyJQe1YHimYYYJO161i1FOuZME/s1600/Pictures+2010-07-22+042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjtjOTbmiGww8QBHnA9cT8etmzj5xV10kiiFVnAT2gLZ-ubVfOdfagJCuLAVdO67RoTGeGkFSOJsdpZolQtnhVgHjGmlN4PYxtiwdcRekIK_cTSrgE-MyJQe1YHimYYYJO161i1FOuZME/s320/Pictures+2010-07-22+042.jpg" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">For the first hour or so, he wouldn't let me get up. Every time I tried, he kept waving me back. He's almost never "clingy," but I kinda like it when he is. So cute. (Could've done without that blasted Cowboys hat in this pic.)</span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVnX6UnHspl_-3y2d2hR2cEo-WbrvnJgKtw16sBH9ZK7SoZ8B3F1iTBYqze3rImjXAqbpxYuLL3m4P8SbEgdI4AjaVV2b4vucmap5Z5ocgP7i2Mx4icDbua9c530vooCcdHp714E_0o_k/s1600/Pictures+2010-07-22+045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVnX6UnHspl_-3y2d2hR2cEo-WbrvnJgKtw16sBH9ZK7SoZ8B3F1iTBYqze3rImjXAqbpxYuLL3m4P8SbEgdI4AjaVV2b4vucmap5Z5ocgP7i2Mx4icDbua9c530vooCcdHp714E_0o_k/s320/Pictures+2010-07-22+045.jpg" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">An even prouder Papa moment...seeing his boy air punching Astros players. Atta boy! Go Pirates!</span></div><br />
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Game #1: success! Hopefully next time we'll get to see the Pirates.</span></div>Pops Stargellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12921963867975550928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833576952553447106.post-62755935022927116662010-07-25T20:36:00.028-05:002010-07-26T19:39:12.434-05:00The Birthday Mouse<span style="font-size:130%;">Monday, July 12, 2010. Today was Sam's 4th annual birthday extravaganza (warning: post may contain peanuts). I took the day off from work so that we could party hardy and truly make it an extravaganza and not just a regular ole ganza. Here's the downlow on how we got down.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">1) Let Nut sleep in. He's not a morning Nut, and I often have to wake him up for school. (Whereas Beeju begs to let him set his alarm earlier and earlier so he can do his routine...work out, get dressed, eat, brush teeth, etc, etc.) So letting Peanut sleep in on his birthday only seemed right.<br /><br />2) Breakfast from </span><a href="http://www.shipleydonuts.ws/"><span style="font-size:130%;">Shipley Donuts</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> on a special Toy Story tablecloth. The Toy Story "zealots" always make Sammy laugh, and I'd go to any length to hear that sound.<br /><br />3) </span><a href="http://www.houstonzoo.org/"><span style="font-size:130%;">Houston Zoo</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">. A day at the Houston Zoo in July means sweating off the donut breakfast we had (plus some), but that's not such a bad thing, is it? And we still had a blast despite the heat. Today's visit was also unique, because the boys got to meet and pet several animals that we haven't seen before, including a python, a pancake tortoise (aptly named "IHOP") and a baby alligator (all 3 shown below).<br /><br />4) Lunch at our favorite place - </span><a href="http://www.jambajuice.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;">Jamba Juice</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">. There's just nothing like an Orange Dream Machine after a morning in the sun. Or an afternoon in the sun. Or a day inside at work. Or a wintry Chicago day shoveling snow. Ok, basically I'm not picky...just give me my ODM. And the boys were cut from the same cloth, so it works out well.<br /><br />5) Back home to catch our breath and watch </span><a href="http://disney.go.com/cars/"><span style="font-size:130%;">Cars</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">, a longtime favorite movie of Mr. Nut.<br /><br />6) Dinner at </span><a href="http://www.chick-fil-a.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;">Chick-fil-a</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">. We were surprised to walk in and find Spiderman waiting for us in the lobby. The boys have never even seen a Spiderman movie or cartoon, but they were still <em>super</em> excited. Spiderman was kind enough to take pictures and talk to "</span><a href="http://tv.disney.go.com/disneychannel/phineasandferb/"><span style="font-size:130%;">Phineas</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">" and "</span><a href="http://www.tomandjerryonline.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;">Jerry</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">" to their little hearts' content. And on the way out, he let the birthday mouse climb up on his shoulder for a pic (see below). After she got off work, Amy joined us here for the rest of the evening.<br /><br />7) Birthday cupcakes at </span><a href="http://www.cupcakecafeofsugarland.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;">Cupcake Cafe</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">. If you live in the area and haven't tried it, put it on your list. Good stuff.<br /><br />8) Presents and games at </span><a href="http://www.chuckecheese.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;">Chuck E. Cheese</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">. This was the culmination of the extravaganza. It was really fun to have a birthday party with just the four of us - without the normal worry and stress of putting on a larger party. We gave Jerry various options, including ones with friends and stuff at the pool, etc. But he opted for the family trip to CEC. He should be a party planner, because we had a great time.<br /><br />It was definitely one rockin' birthday celebration. I wouldn't trade anything about the day. I was in heaven getting to spend the day with my boys. And I'm so glad I got to spend the time with my little Birthday Mouse. Can't wait for him to turn 5 so we can do it all again. Happy birthday, Peanut! For some people, variety is the spice of life. You, my young Jerry, are all the spice I'll ever need. You make my life so rich and wonderful and amazing. I love you!<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498037319904326322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoHIZphH1MQZfWfhBlMXywycBoaSUwQdVdrpORxMtlD_GeWOUfbl15qKDLqzjgYOx-KfyiSTLmNCJaX14379DonGAkq_yRdpQw6m1YIDLza_EwOEnWXJOis86kkk_rfX6lyVO7eGKfYWE/s400/Pictures+2010-07-22+088.jpg" /><br /></span><div align="center"><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498036867553231938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjat9V1XKla7uoxr3CfSz4rbvFVO_WGlb40627pWWvV7R59C2nd9Mn5jIjxPMBef-DQ_qH9WEYeJQSfeVk5fy6hAs8sbSsUTcOHmYhoPlNLLOWAlzjB_eda5uPhhSLBvXdxbQTufST9NE8/s400/Pictures+2010-07-22+094.jpg" /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498036517668137826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwjbILIHYhfaFO_9kDwgOl9Er6AI-EEcpobxh6e3yqgqmnlhPlI6UOqy-LWGPFsKMrYOOKoic3z7fY52cgnBL-l5bAu3utv690Rn42QblA7-iCuMXwSl6F5ZDNEyoVh76S79RewSLsOYw/s400/Pictures+2010-07-22+097.jpg" />There's just something that gets me when I see a pic of one of my boys looking at the other. It's usually Peanut looking at his big brother. I love it so much.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498035994302037090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcJiPhIQvaobaPTRQdy7i8RMuL2gn7eaigvk45MHubLOA-0Ja_p3g8lbOvl9uhSbBvbC35WO0LlUB7fNNv8ade9EXgk6ajMaBhDtTpk40YvHmMtDw3h3Kx9yLflwMNUyEAs0bTTu-6XNc/s400/Pictures+2010-07-22+100.jpg" /><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498035432125053842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDFt8qfhMQFhqBhGheD8BvMMU1PANkvF35lWnzlmLDKCbs0OLtMmMQlumI8N59-tUDrqVYnXykrEMCJcKH-9b8OEe6QygDSfRKnseT-PK4UbjdqgnpoL5HfZyWeRSrtgYtyyssJ_AhyphenhyphenG0/s400/Pictures+2010-07-22+102.jpg" /><br /></span><div><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498035012570651394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOVpn27LElwsQpUTrDZBYJn4aVdozr_mOFprO5YIcybN6MwgFUa2YrV9aRuT1hGKJZm3aeRwJP6O3gZVhVAHmz9uTEVm7saZPiHvC6iwL6mBoFHQLgdrdVv7E7ebPcWEhq-F_BAnWFsxM/s400/Pictures+2010-07-22+103.jpg" /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Doing their monkey impersonations.<br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498033684460504034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPe8cT_meV2KFAOd0KMKL_42jO5yz60KSqF1uOzAGSMf4RAqi12scOr31KFA0zU9Juev4b_699hcKjqYnIM8fUSZtOTgDJo3T_B38NfcPVWETTufRVMFODFb7iChlz2YL4Ado6_h86ZA0/s400/Pictures+2010-07-22+109.jpg" /><br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498032546388751490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOPh3bCLNgZdMZ04Wjth8a1BNQb1KcHqwgt7_NPpR3dkuW7OrxS2IhrI9bMLf0MUJrEen_Q7Vo3xoZ-lDX5erE2Nj1FNo9kyBupmeZ4DBYtaKvCUD1MGjk0j149Luf-aIxmToa49LLJDM/s400/Pictures+2010-07-22+110.jpg" /><br /></span><div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498032103280726802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB7tLPX9lm2zxyo8BwDCvbMFi71oD0hA6IAv4A5ssMm1DHynuhwoWTeOifTm7YgVl5CP3LNbdiAELqmc2Efd7bMempnLEfT4Ct8Gcedn7QpjwckIO8KQRV5Wflaz6R99nisQFTixh-VfM/s400/Pictures+2010-07-22+113.jpg" /><br /></span><div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498031471781297570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGOPhBrTbN82UPOD29BQ6zOo9dDp_dIVEf-GMTdxFGISCN70s3N0utTZen0K3jU-MaDFJa6OlY5vsQV6KoOiOe5DmkYaRKFSkj9rcogC7NexRGzmoeQERN75Mj8yz9JbtqSQGyE2NuoAo/s400/Pictures+2010-07-22+137.jpg" />Aside from the cute pic of the boys with Spiderman, I love this shot because it's so Nutty...he loves to grab a handful of straws every time we go to Chick-fil-a for some reason. He doesn't do it at McDonald's or elsewhere. It just seems to be his CFA routine. I love those little details about each individual boy.<br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498030949313799874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKHaWGEB2rm88NGJfYMoMoiKYYn6_IiFydD2NLOIE4E756ZnxMGgt1kW7R_YuVKXNPGEndZD6YBPdv4p91q0b0SpFtEn4ihVElzAGq9uZsHyjAh1ZV5Wtkq_kab56LNcRGF34viwClzHg/s400/Pictures+2010-07-22+116.jpg" /><br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498030532982233202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgePGiqgd2zxvlqZc2ytcUGYVtUZ76GakwGoMM0E05W6d2ztIgc_lOqmvuZVZgN3LPswWDHKTtltEmHz7LxAedvIh9v9tjkR2L6_ux_EIrYdyFoDUYM_T8qfhbyJG7bZaCbYdjRhZtrmOY/s400/Pictures+2010-07-22+119.jpg" /><br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498029806506192002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI9H36EM14WJJtJ5dNlzkBkrooj8XFcmajzJocdwUZ5zw2TJzgyHQ-6Httfv8kTfHlSpCD5WW_iRb-S7LyLdIf8TXsFXqR6HJBWaAIWdJlnEshKZsAa-XSf7p05aNrta_r5ckk1owe9ks/s400/Pictures+2010-07-22+120.jpg" /> This pic and the one below just scream "grandpa" to me. His faces just crack me up.<br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498029072132758834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjazISthvtrVggfreifXfUXLxXeYOSOX76QOmYwiZPdXh8ZdJKnQstP7XBXp_BF4CX4MZl8Y-UtO-mJHc14fHZlAPy1ESpOO-8McVe2mREV3Pjy_o2VZFxDre7WRIcnlnLV0OVutiq6E_c/s400/Pictures+2010-07-22+125.jpg" /><br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498028442471380690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9tMtjX_BR4axCXszpF5JKoMDCNFJj1tKxuJGTvA-ixVclLWnDqDddgq7WCg-9fkO5Nv7bvY4CRuRFrUIRJEnS_I25Xdk71CUkoelGhScwxw7S3FuulRkekUF_OJrISSI9dHLE_cd6JYA/s400/Pictures+2010-07-22+130.jpg" />Classic Nut.<br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498027844812585378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivJiC-j_7DALFHTZr35yk6nMrpz9xAXqP0HYGjJT7cOqITzW-jOtgckKXv6Fh7FbncDoN6E0Rr0KGyLutH1YE8UyF9FLOVKMNV44bY_b99zI-EUHQ9misxQq0mww_GjCYM8Ca_gbVg6dY/s400/Pictures+2010-07-22+132.jpg" /><br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498027296488073874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEu0YIzdk6QsBTtOID20I8sgHaLzzoDaF0eo42Zc4VluYnqB5DNEIvbPGkVr_p1cjKEh16PKAK7rD0-PSYPyTIEklr8jXvn69lObcUJWZF2Ldv8qmEz9LVOWLboj44a-DPTyT1fdOK868/s400/Pictures+2010-07-22+136.jpg" /><br /></span><div><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498026809708906802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz08A-Yyhs-IoDW-GtL6r6ik7DxRNiN3Qezqb7FPuRGi2_grsXB9manGccyPDYWmNt96VfiWLmVHIsrXmpqoBlIqSll9M31BADny-aXFZCi59BCslsZO-t3AVAULzUTeDmYfG5Y7pMt2o/s400/Pictures+2010-07-22+141.jpg" /><br /></span><div><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498026454613128866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpGlCpsQy-ewj0gxCgkGqOLJfz9Yr95zRsmJncspL0mHia6JRHkhOs6oCdyOoF81xhyvW1Ejv9s_0Dmqn0K16jFUOA9CXPyJfzpOAQC4NaBo7Q1aialH3E5s34-waDqhKsqAJgg-Vp2mI/s400/Pictures+2010-07-22+142.jpg" /><br /></span><div></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498025934892175058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIKe22F6dII_HcoZRY0WVoXRkF4qGEsLHAgfWAqlRQBlR_iBZXiVwU-iahCu6sLb9gk2vQlhLU2lxaYF604xTg8EjCJKQLJwAtfgjfiy1m6PuFNvNUE9vO9WNTzEvMGujF8UwZ5ah515U/s400/Pictures+2010-07-22+152.jpg" /><br /><br /></span><div></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498025513012686578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbXZte70IyrnryBHJ4B6hVv2qwLLGkfiMBcv1ZHjQy08j4tzpHRk5Z-u3o3Z_ZPwcLVhEzCThuDt7A1ia5Cl6IEF9cylPMS453I1UHMbt-AZnSQaB7-UbRhEVVhUPmHF4Wj0CCodqjbcg/s400/Pictures+2010-07-22+161.jpg" />Hugs from Beeju and a thank you from Nut after Jerry opened Noah's present.<br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498025112149252994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKWLvwaSWZ9sroFd_aLLIQYUivZQgq7Qo6gdeWu3OhXGZLDsfcVXbp6FcMN2FCP2WGZ0E3uLe188cMXOh5pdhQ4lcTQI2-8DMLoCjNPummhdASyptoa6uRNuCvyQTt88K7y6vKWnoP4E4/s400/Pictures+2010-07-22+164.jpg" /><br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498024617101749426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJME5OYyvyt5DV-ioWyZCpa-1oYOceR6gzfJtae70hc1WGjX_SYHoQbaCml_12p0yE6lQhopzAmjocHng3eeJ-V5sGEcYz4hD-AXILFHysnikYhgFsWYbkO_i5MZp0l7_DmksKdOR6gzc/s400/Pictures+2010-07-22+171.jpg" /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Where we spent the majority of our night.</span></div><div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span> <div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498023803636966690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwSHM38K41cHz1TqxsiV6RixVpp8rkfJiUoPKT0YoSyuau4C1qObhuQNhdZ-nXC-zA4N29xeAdGyyEGimZx9hxQw8aSzXZiFZhFl3o4zRzAlhUH6xDtnV4xT8ZqM7ID5I29qlkWKCX6ig/s400/Pictures+2010-07-22+172.jpg" />Hoop, there it is. </span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Pops Stargellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12921963867975550928noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833576952553447106.post-90153217352972710822010-07-25T08:52:00.017-05:002010-07-25T10:11:46.026-05:00Outta This World!<span style="font-size:130%;">Friday, July 23, 2010. For Noah's last day of his summer program, he got to go on a field trip to Space Center Houston, and I got to go with him. We had a great time exploring and playing and learning. It was fun enough that I upgraded my one-day ticket to a one-year pass so that we can go back with Peanut soon. We also didn't get to see all of the Space Center, because we were limited on time, etc. Below are some of our adventures from the day.<br /><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497854286122168162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyY67Rmm19Sn33oI_nke2KOCt1FnKq0ZS3FNZLW6WG2jz6BAQ_WJiIYnKgW-xy0JXkrX-hfi7ioWWZFQk9XPPBM0AT37ngq9SRascGrzfpQvNA0dvjNvbjN7UyvrMaj7wJZAOLU5KA6ds/s400/Pictures+2010-07-24+001.jpg" />Rock climbing activity where you had to race up and down and back and forth to touch the glowing space rocks as they randomly lit up in order to score points. Beeju "rocked" this one.<br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497852900477013890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRurCdA4nA9z2vVwB6o6K9eKGzpmlFkbPaqAuisYCGOqwbRvR2kQGCNi-yvoSxBiJa-Jma6V1QRmE1NMAsC1KHVT5NJJaxhBnmkx1PwFZDDkKvv1Sqma9BjnvrDa8r9otHeSotBK00iZo/s400/Pictures+2010-07-24+003.jpg" />Just a portion of the gigantic space play area. Parents are welcome to go inside, which of course I did. What they don't tell you is how tight some of the quarters are and how flexible you need to be to make some of the turns and bends. Fortunately, I made it out alive...and had a blast inside.<br /></span><div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497851135985114946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX0KLYveNKNb-E85M0gJ17wluwpxwTArH8m9HXT60R3GrmRO5Bw6GqCWfT4BTOoY5n1CryERfIFj-y2Zkc4ig1nEpYEr3r_mBMRuDJjRJxLUXZ0yTRlIS8cBbsZjaPlzywMEVPbPvxBog/s400/Pictures+2010-07-24+005.jpg" />Phineas and I battling at the entrance of the "Star Wars: Clone Wars" exhibit. I loved how Noah had his classmates pre-conditioned to refer to him as Phineas and me as Ferb (the main characters of his favorite show, for those of you not up on Disney shows).<br /></span><div><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497849964134220370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_u-yh_uqz2pdZUVSHXGnSehqglNpNKPxk5RpVy-niRYJ4hPn9ehxN2-JmDXV3TKMPpPx9XFWuZF7wrMbQaJ_ak4Gy9RDFRV6ESgWWi5mIn3ouAtQCGFFlQxjPUYLKK0_wM-PbfEaKunQ/s400/Pictures+2010-07-24+008.jpg" />Having lunch with Alex, James, Blake and John. Whose idea was it to have lunch outside for an hour in the middle of July in Houston?</span></div><div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497849003662458114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0J2uKN8HOeQnOV6PVDoCYTeWM1sw06_cpEzIx13saAheEgxbIMqbLBASl0CRPTgs5Ai76-dQ3214spDk8_b1m51pkkSdaU9sfD0oPWDnDam59rl2gRmn2kPWH0bTi1uL6JnkcbPamtfE/s400/Pictures+2010-07-24+009.jpg" /> </span><div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;">Pops and his boy.<br /><br /></span><div></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497848295672780306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZik3y4jrzl8-2mFaEIfmQ2B1Yd0lG7ATJAmNcC78xkkIAzoeQ6KTbcwrN5Ch3JyNG1vPwINB8G0K8w7Xcnpq8or88oLn9s-Xq6Nb9KA4cylfsvf1QY7kzYux6Y3mFLaXe6SmB8gdgr3A/s400/Pictures+2010-07-24+023.jpg" />Taking a break from walking by relaxing in one of the movie theaters.<br /><br /></span><div></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497846516268703794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXUQ4wRCSuTLIglvjQVy2U1ZVyY-hgrXV4afyyrXJhBz6SyGbIpGzLEp5i5m_2-LmRr8z0RU7pugTXWtLlcc03MdxBrJGYnkoPozUuQzCSuFU9zafaIJnLNCdm6fZMpBhtyQcDWsgaFd8/s400/Pictures+2010-07-24+026.jpg" />Noah was convinced that every astronaut that we saw there had been an actual astronaut who had died and then been put on display. That would be awesome.<br /></span><div><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497845712452343906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHbOIiAjomXqgEkeZGfHaQwebkPm_KOtkcL55FWk1Bia7eU7eFi0rH5Dcira2C6a_h1fRbabpq9avo1y69hnSlktBJCiOKMwKIWMCjDuXwpVm62lD8xbPpYNtJMS4Pa1U2uxvcwMEohmw/s400/Pictures+2010-07-24+027.jpg" /> </span><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Touching a moon rock.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497844184655725986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1kju7FALeio7FrWZr-oeTWUQ8I49A5BgvVlB2T50v8P-mQKDjHjKfh6SKhwRyKJPbg8DUn7n8c6fd2z_DORdQxBpyTqGaVmLaVt1Ucw90PPhASFdp8qtNKvjiz0R7ipFSfZKHMqOGCE8/s400/Pictures+2010-07-24+037.jpg" /> </span><div><span style="font-size:130%;">The first Beeju in space.<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497843654600663762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8yrh1qlKIoDmysqxf-x0m7VyUzNF_YrMEvf7A-V7lopVq1xXrwESyQTN4UeUtiMlTpIhRxgKvIYaGdh15Oy6fgmnnshX8f4diF78bIeCsXpmqCNY_jTB4xjHnN4DEB8HZn2LD-bl6gGM/s400/Pictures+2010-07-24+041.jpg" />Playing with the wind tunnel.<br /></span><div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497842777564109746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5AGaXeCACx3gZHmYYCsXLUq6Axizp0F_F4dbMhrdsptFTxpYtP5UZzJ_sqgR2rpuIhEpN3TDphSOt8mzTcfgC0kP4FFdpvgEjQvucskmr0tRpfWnntuKSFp0VvFdKJ1rQXD-HGfepT7o/s400/Pictures+2010-07-24+046.jpg" /> </span><div></div><span style="font-size:130%;">Manning the control center.<br /><br /></span><div></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497841911782250658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCIJysYI1fITWwE4Loi0d2bgtrTcxyBCfi8JerODOWozLtTAd9KUGOmraB0o9YwREvbk_NSqWRh6vf8hbuHq5F4xdeBrX5f1RcrAINUAQyrnVCjM6ruZ72WbqNyYO2T11sB0AxyZzT9u8/s400/Pictures+2010-07-24+052.jpg" /> </span><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Noah and his friend, George. I love how it doesn't really matter to him where the rabbit ears go in a picture...just so long as they have them.</span></div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Pops Stargellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12921963867975550928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833576952553447106.post-63714119573404417212010-07-24T22:36:00.015-05:002010-07-25T00:15:57.110-05:00La Fiesta de Aqua<span style="font-size:130%;">Saturday, July 24, 2010. Our church family got together for a "Splash Party" this afternoon. We had all the typical activities and games and plenty of food. Any excuse to cool down on a July afternoon in Houston is welcome in my book. I was one of the few adults to come in my swimsuit. What's wrong with you clowns? You know who you are.<br /><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497703506713360066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYpyDRC2RYXWuKpk4i8XIONXXYfr_21Mjvx_09jyAVGkyyoZOhTN53P0jQe-_qKll3eOh08MJRYEKFkLq8nukQW36G_3TadDPWoVTCQqqNTRsFdl4WiAHgQyAzuxe9Vr4geklcaIBHJu0/s400/Pictures+2010-07-24+060.jpg" />One of Nut's favorite activities was the game where he had to pour water on someone else's head (in this case, Spencer) until the bucket was full.<br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497702693948367826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJeBG77YJOgVTz4wNzMH3mjlpVzV-DhvQjuyrC7lJejTpwvZtFTIf-TwzFRhNJ1VJ7GvO2EcmR6jf_7ERQzRU0p5DGLrVbCY8H-Mkt9-2tAuC4irl5noGG2BZd3TVRF9N_aJRQc1cCs90/s400/Pictures+2010-07-24+061.jpg" />Uh, do you think Peanut was having a good time? How could anyone possibly look at this kid and not smile? Impossible.<br /><br /></span><div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497700637103437890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1p9YicXIr0NudosaILmn3T2n8OsM0KrenbYENOj7UZ02gZBVvSmS5VB4O6zmq6xDSoVo0oV6OozyzIDVWhHrnomBGyn1icE8Dd_ghPCsGp2A-PuXfWIJvY6E87TqfQKIEmyYi4gD9LPU/s400/Pictures+2010-07-24+064.jpg" /> One of Beeju's favorite activities was soaking Dad. At first he opted for a watergun. Then multiple waterguns. Then he discovered the more effective wringing-the-sponge-on-my-head technique. The beauty was that he (and all of his accomplices) thought they were "getting me"...but instead, it was a win-win because it kept me nice and cool on a hot Texas afternoon.<br /></span><div><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497699963292024930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgliqsd1ZxPPjJhQHXqZYcWpyg_aJNRHrIp45yDCnsRpi8HHovDJvbREJeTSXS69YZdd_v4i-r1YGbtb_2cwAqyfQnsVGE5G1oXgiUdYf3F3c9MP5wj-IG_0p8KVo_bCMBmrt5bj8js_Ec/s320/Pictures+2010-07-24+068.jpg" /> I could just stare all day....<br /></span><div></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497699486355429938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjntm9QO377tX2_B_y3dYg8Az-WgHINrxaDaQeoGnfd7GLLtvDFq29R01bISege4cT3Fkgi19L5wIeLvj9PCScmPjVgmd_NaDfrI2PWGdk0BY2rmAtWsjOxC2MwiD3iSy8htzSXyherkl8/s320/Pictures+2010-07-24+070.jpg" /> </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">....at this little mouse....<br /><br /></span><div></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497698482861336194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1oBUfbtL-7OvPNzSK4VPGU6ARSePG41tumtsBuXNnalkiJsUig6_VrljEf9bUA6nu20PjcimUDI2YI9QG7X7bi9G2uUxEAMYSCXDB-E6QtDwIViwz0hLoYMaBLAifsRZSPBPPIVe7-Kk/s320/Pictures+2010-07-24+071.jpg" /> </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">...blowing bubbles. I think I'm addicted.<br /><br /></span><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497695656080614290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCD3neF8Bx296wmovCKK_HCmreB74CCvEWTisrlMPpeW7Tq9lNUBJL2CcMsFgt4OhaFD5HSvSrTx4HYXyezu5dYaXiqmB1bE9W0PdlH8HLnz8XLfETLVa8bVqdwSiSD9EwnXeqtyr3MUY/s400/Pictures+2010-07-24+073.jpg" /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Beeju and his cousin, Aaron, getting their bubbly on.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497694608010498338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjks3xcqGKT1YOtBA4m43UlFWxpfiZgfGT336nifQrRPIDvNBuPc7MvaTBRcJUdzhFArzEMc9nkPP5Wdztkh7Mxn5pL-tJ4yA70FsZJqoXBsxUh8jW9in51WqgHTvFu7PtgEsZqEjZZ6AM/s400/Pictures+2010-07-24+078.jpg" /></span></p><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Beautiful form...love the follow through. The Pirates may be calling him up soon. Thankfully, he missed his close-range target this time. </span></div></div></div></div></div>Pops Stargellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12921963867975550928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833576952553447106.post-42470183938497078142010-07-22T23:09:00.020-05:002010-07-25T00:18:36.966-05:00Father's Day 2010<span style="font-size:130%;">Sunday, June 20, 2010. Now that my boys are getting a little older, Father's Day has quickly become one of my very favorite holidays. The best part is just getting quality together time and lots of hugs and kisses.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Below are pics of a few of the things the boys gave me this Father's Day. My favorite was the present Noah picked out and wrapped - a 6 pack of bottled water. It may seem random, but it was so thoughtful - he knows how much water I drink and wanted to get me something I really love. What a sweetheart!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">My favorite activity was on that Friday when Nut's school put on a "Donuts for Dad" activity in the morning. I got to go and have donuts and juice with Sammy and then make a boat together out of a bar of soap, etc. It was so nice to spend some quality one-on-one time with Peanut. And he sent me home with a trophy he made (see the 2nd pic below) labeled "World's Best Dad" and full of Hershey's kisses.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">My proudest moment of the weekend came when the boys (and the rest of the under-12 children at church) sang their Father's Day song to all the dads. My kiddos practiced for weeks and, even now, still occasionally break into song spontaneously. I got videos of each of them singing the song right after we got home from church (see below). Beeju was uncharacteristically shy and refrained from doing the hand motions. But Nut makes up for that. Both of them were just unbelievably cute. (I confess that it's taken me a really long time tonight to publish this post because I keep stopping to watch those videos...over and over and over and over.)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">There's just no doubt that I'm the single luckiest papa ever. I could not possibly be any prouder of my boys. I spend every morning, noon and night thanking my God for the incredible blessing of being a father and for the two priceless jewels He has blessed me with. I love them sooooo much!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496979220719631618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1JwFmN5ulNKaZ1-_c9fwxHWiUzvOlaEF9an_xwKWDDYeFmjlP6Hv53MBNvKnBK-01UYGjzuqVTyfl8iixkmletOGPyKBzVpEa9_-Hs3g23MC7nYCY9RmTzhwzWHAvZG2lgFj40kBahGo/s400/Pictures+2010-07-22+181.jpg" /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496977166598127890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimTmk6yOo_kxxVSWaE4ZLpDVVgtb30pklYhnxEtdjslDGj4b08jJUPOLm60sGstY0sivN114dXxSgpO_BXLxWd9cNgzsUnlCkMuQv5PF6bp7O2rePWmkvtyqw6lSXK0NhbvVho3VCGo3M/s400/Pictures+2010-07-22+180.jpg" /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496976641276951170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP1I4Qa-m19LIsGDO3sSxmvSrSy1fpft-6AX8KkhZq93JNZ2kbLvxQvIIHLssegpPkgInQ5pliDoqUL_QRwqBJIHQUSq_PfJcJf6AaaXkQCLX0AauqTyHodo82gJsXa978j6kcpAHbj_k/s400/Pictures+2010-07-22+186.jpg" /> </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496976014092919474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihcrSTWeNujXYRHbTmeckzBeSTLym3o07Lqy5rQ3IcR4cKwr8FlrGqn9tqLK3_bLrtabkXLhKUsse4pCSxEFgoWBwHyYbPwzr6YHraoq-iN4FwlkgUTXPKRCZgQhEPkmt7hAe7Uw0kmE0/s400/Pictures+2010-07-22+189.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496975425507336418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg90wVOyBtIxiA9lyIw5XFvczXQCTnGR-rknDaaWU19DGWIdqToDCEGn4Q7g7yVMfnzv-JDJVk2RvdRWa5aGOU9owAxEEo985kQECt_KUlra5P5HKWv-xBb92G0eC4v0xceXz3PITHhMH8/s400/Pictures+2010-07-22+191.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496974234356760946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0eRCUYz9p1oWnFrvHyEpADcHXxksgBJNTe_y56yxBfBtuNkGxT2S05f3ZZLktkTVhEZQJfGY4dxffgzsrmHMn8AxVxiwRrfg8dZUoPvGncZQIn-9HolexaSMlB6G7-EHwcFVQYCOBSwA/s400/Pictures+2010-07-22+187.jpg" /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496973677420099762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWE00WvT8r3M5JHnEE6jEmaCx_o_WqfIJDxe4PH5wm6BBdN-3D1atMKlslbfSICIVnXhfAbfRYowS34sg7c6Q0Ujue8J8TK7NYxLvZxKXezIt4yFAZUgyNF3HCS9_jC5hLtCmDI3Hqdo/s400/Pictures+2010-07-22+188.jpg" /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496972692749311538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitBN6jceNqLDEGYYME3zIsEOxE6VRYj5UanD_mKLBbNvFmFSBbQXiqFjOZyVuSycV7vq4-uee4p_R5M-IRohVuPC8DXemMwTy86XE8nZOmrX44IHDcb8H-SFSBepUFX5OmchEBZ7pa_jM/s400/Pictures+2010-07-22+183.jpg" /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwEKdphd1u1gr-XTvmdU6OumNUYaATOgS55YCXqBIbZapnvSkLkcnZhjswN1jD3anPikNJ4hol4-URq8dUP6w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxi7CDmMAQLG7i7ytaptCMJX4NIQc8QzYm0hPB6KrqjFiQk2zxfLNiLJQXIT30XtodwnM1HF5oLligvFI8HAQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></span>Pops Stargellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12921963867975550928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833576952553447106.post-81577047851732144172009-12-06T19:22:00.006-06:002009-12-06T20:28:50.105-06:00The First Leo and Some Miss Cleo<span style="font-size:130%;">Being away from my boys the last few days, I'm starting to feel the holiday blues. Outside from those who have to be apart for work, military service, etc, no mommy or daddy should ever have to spend time away from their children during the holidays. Especially when they're little. I miss them. I miss their energy and their smiles. I miss their excitement for all things Christmas. I miss their hugs and kisses. I miss feeling like a family.<br /><br />Last night was our church congregation's annual Christmas party. Talk about feeling alone in a crowded room. It was beautifully done and lots of time went into making it a great event. But nothing can replace a papa's two little toeheads. I don't think I'll be going to those things alone anymore.<br /><br />Not that being at home is much better. For example, in the past, our little family of four had stocking holders that spelled "N-O-E-L." When I was putting them up this year, it dawned on me that we're not a NOEL-sized group anymore. A real cheery holiday realization. So dad had to improvise. We now apparently pay homage to either the Little Einsteins or a certain Titanic actor. Take your pick.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412308348814080450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLTDtTMuwr74GUpW5fVNmgy3jSoNgiki_gRR349OhyBgo5_rkQ6G9KSlKcf6L7PnejUmBWMp5JJf76ICAGvOkNVZCLotdveBQ64hyiVPNy5QkIi11jN8BfslxNqVnu1x7oVyX0rWbQWO0/s400/Pictures+2009-12-06+031.jpg" /></span> <p><span style="font-size:130%;">Lest this post wallows in self-pity, let me loosen it up a little. Everytime I walk past the fireplace and see "L-E-O," I can't help but think of...Miss Cleo, of course. Is it just me, or does anyone else miss her? Well, have no fear. Below are some old school Miss Cleo soundboards. So many favorite lines. And such a soothing voice. Here's to you, Miss Cleo...Merry Christmas to you and yours. And Leo.<br /></span></p><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 143px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412302355445918642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs1pzmeXyssY3LMx12NOS0D61QbG0J7iO-i5AFyw1_y94kZIY_sgFR_LDeqlr7n_2yjJa6_OqnWGcjXKuQ1hxW1oORV_5EqR81ygiqXaARkOKLUuod7vLUyhHCux9WolaEC_HH4kysfqk/s400/Miss+Cleo.jpg" /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">Goooood day to ya, dahlin. Can I get your first name and your birthday, please?</span> <p><a href="http://www.abcarcade.com/ms-cleo-soundboard.html"><span style="font-size:130%;">www.abcarcade.com/ms-cleo-soundboard.html</span></a></p><p><a href="http://www.realmofdarkness.net/sounds/cleo/cleo-soundboard-3.htm"><span style="font-size:130%;">www.realmofdarkness.net/sounds/cleo/cleo-soundboard-3.htm</span></a></p>Pops Stargellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12921963867975550928noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833576952553447106.post-78880848942199498962009-11-24T23:52:00.000-06:002009-11-24T23:51:35.530-06:00On Your Mark, Get Set...Yikes, I'm Not Ready<div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">Monday, August 24, 2009. While this isn't exactly "hot off the press," I couldn't NOT leave a post of Noah's first day of school. It seems like sooo long ago now. He's grown up a lot in the past three months since starting school. In a way, I couldn't be happier about that. And yet, there's part of me that wishes he could stay little forever.<br /><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">The first day of school is obviously a big deal for the student. But it's also a huge day for parents. I didn't sleep much the night before, and I was counting the minutes until dismissal all that day. I'm so glad it went well and that he's loving school. Now if I could just get him to eat something other than peanut butter and honey sandwiches for dinner...<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407177357304600322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeMI_tZTDiLYYrnr0yknN_Q1dwl_7lTypLNdvpG8aOIVsaR0-FqUbgzGqN8kWFwt17tr_kFQ90__uvLC8gk2JjbJuZkJghfsvtPOpSJKyOMtu338damFgZW4cQQNP9eLOfRdJT3kz5DYg/s400/Pictures+2009-09-13+011.jpg" /> <p align="center"></span><span style="font-size:130%;">The sign outside Noah's classroom.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"></p></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407176649535601058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQBZB6mhXedSPiRk03hDtjzwphvWHGqKdjnEFKSLY3MkH2r_PH4X-n-HqAjjVM4NgmSlTnVbA3DuM-oQTH8tof66U7If3QHqUuwGIL3oQ4cQE17CwRRxY5qbufwZ1S1l62Ob_SHuFzM0g/s400/Pictures+2009-09-13+002.jpg" /></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Standing in front of the school on day number one. Can't you just see the apprehension oozing out?<br /></span></p><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407174279628683586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk0iCHrDWS0FEOkjruQddqceeLFHYD-dW-kGLgwJwGcxWnCYNQQUH8p3XFywHF8W8yS2OjDj2sdjhjoAPyD65LlF6KDkd1E8PyXiF0CtdRivxo5Ml1qFyQIbYfj3KolmO3guOVpu44vyQ/s400/Pictures+2009-09-13+004.jpg" /></span> <div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">The old man and the rookie. About to enter a whole new world. Both of them. I now know what Nemo's dad felt like.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407170960462162914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnABmlCgml2WB11412g5pgx76kG_Vco2r4kD1wGHScF6i5gX1g8TuiPqrrgEQw1eUGV5UC9BTOwgraZ4V2Ctb70fBl3aoRYGM_cMlvpYQAgudVDlC3vwqwqzor3yOgHuAr_yXyokHdy3o/s400/Pictures+2009-09-13+007.jpg" /> </div><p align="center"></span><span style="font-size:130%;">This kind of somber, sad face didn't make it any easier for Dad to leave his boy at school for the very first time. Thankfully, he has a really, really awesome teacher, and she made sure that sad face didn't stick around long. </span><br /></p><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407169641473873906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzJ6N7vYnyvuPKzDCPePJHBxl2CTvQjllzweXtFw2OX3NHzWBltWWvEIsEu3gg3V2pBmFFMtjOfr7V2LFbzkkMI8Ok6nMNjx06smTm4Enqk-gXaLadAZhDBEL3q9HNkO_8sevaOomK3uU/s400/Pictures+2009-09-13+008.jpg" /></span><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I didn't want Noah having to deal with daycare on top of his first day of school. That's a long, tough day for a 5-year old. So I arranged to work from home that day and pick him up right at 2:45p. Here he is after school, starting to get his smile back. </span></p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407166590713302706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8zeKVCj8Gt_WsJSdS11wF_HcG_s9poovL9uu346aQmkAAEXzGJ_f6ZOEa7O64fYKLtlIqKZ5JffiggNxzi9cCpU19s88OZnhKAyWVSwMGRkq_1eINLFuIOOCQxkJOxQIMsdlyhGMfTeA/s400/Pictures+2009-09-13+012.jpg" /></span> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Back home in his element, there was no more nervousness about school. Just being his old, silly self and enjoying a cold one. </span></p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407165855673407250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKEpVdkV7M8XXTTFg-ZvQLXQ8qHtEfY08OiKYsI8d0osTZS44cd868sRvZwCR0ugK08YWSagZL29wc1ofhyphenhyphenhVQxJKr-IceBZBT8J1KVjdDYWngfY7MqSQHQGoEtDFBj-3H3S5iKAuZFY0/s400/Pictures+2009-09-13+013.jpg" /> <p align="center"></span><span style="font-size:130%;">Giving a shout-out to all of his new, soon-to-be kindergarten friends. </span><br /></p><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407165062312951058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcMssiFw6JqAZaDovfvnFc6D5HpGNC2pVY376ccSKNwXVidBjglFImItgGx4ZTJNTUGiCr9-v3mXBovw0Jo4SEYfGyntw5ikfFvKxPb_acoecfJeo1RagKmLVf7CR8u88tWejfBxVNurA/s400/Pictures+2009-09-13+010.jpg" /> <p align="center"></span><span style="font-size:130%;">The first day of school was a big deal for the entire family. So here's Nutty celebrating the occasion with a popcicle too.</span></p>Pops Stargellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12921963867975550928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833576952553447106.post-70723991241275553882009-11-22T22:36:00.004-06:002009-11-22T23:03:51.722-06:00Gettin' His Float On<span style="font-size:130%;">Thursday, November 19, 2009. Turkey Float Parade Day. Noah's school does an annual event where the kindergarten students each make a turkey float (a potato decorated like a turkey and placed onto an upside down shoebox lid with a string for pulling). At precisely 8:30a, with dozens and dozens of parents lining one of the hallways and all of the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th and 5th grade students lining most of the rest of the hallways of the school, the kindergarten students begin a single-file procession through the halls with each of their individual floats. And since it just wouldn't be a parade without costumes, they each wore a vest made out of a brown paper sack and a hat made out of construction paper. Macy's aint got nothin' on this Turkey parade!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Besides getting to see Beeju happily displaying his turkey float for all to see, my favorite part of the event was how the school incorporated all of the students (non-kindergarteners too). I thought that was a really great idea. It was cool to see all of the older kids cheering on the kindergarteners and applauding as they brought the parade all the way back through the halls after the initial passby. Based on the reactions of the kindergarten classes, I think it really made them feel good. I know that Noah, for example, couldn't stop smiling. And there are few things that a Papa loves to see more than an ear-to-ear grin on his boy.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Wish I had a good shot of his turkey float. But alas, "Photographer" isn't exactly my middle name. (Incidentally, if it was, I would definitely opt to be called "Shooter" instead of Ben. I've always wanted to be Shooter. I've even got the finger-gun thing down. But I digress.) Here are pics of each of the two parade passes...dang, that kid is cute...<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407157015829357378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmFoi39WPAClA214BoWGn8zCqiVXop-iZTVI67yg4JNZ1giG0A-dKjybvjMlpsMZb6W6wAckRaedRvwGqRKMUV6B2Z4a56JQcPDqNLLZIxxIg6BgFpZzKKE_N_I4qq4bFgpZB9q6AeW8k/s400/Pictures+2009-11-22+028.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407156543927212290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHKsx2IuX1F1MAYPrJg0jJAGuu_qtkp-whNzuC6TdFJpW-ZP0dJyeWUiKiF9YVO0gz7e2EcjNpfkgrFAOAij42Cxhhb9srAidBzFfTse3PL_pDghD0uyU-u4KM8nrQ6PL8TZVb_zvcfqA/s400/Pictures+2009-11-22+031.jpg" /></span>Pops Stargellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12921963867975550928noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833576952553447106.post-78125862515611188702009-11-22T21:59:00.004-06:002009-11-22T22:25:19.474-06:00Give That Boy a Ribbon<span style="font-size:130%;">The other day, Noah came home from school wearing a blue ribbon on his jacket. He had come home with ribbons on a couple of times recently, but it was always a ribbon for saying no to drugs, etc. So I didn't look close enough to read the writing at first. But then he was complaining that the pin was hurting him, so when I went to take it off, I noticed what it said - "Student of the Month."</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Apparently, he was nominated by his teacher for the Student of the Month award at his school. That's not at all surprising, because he is such a good kid and always EXTRA conscientious at school. But, at the same time, it was completely surprising, because I didn't know that such an award existed.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Needless to say, I'm soooo proud of my Beeju! He has some really great things in store in his future. It's just impossible for anyone to love their child anymore than I love that boy. He and Nutty make me so happy. Congrats on your award, Champ! Keep up the good work.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407145926772537410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieZxaPpez_wLf1Zi4YdPY3eU_BNcPDi3GndK2N5CCG3WE8lCLZFe2JzqelO1SwSL8QAgEO5UICM48EwHqkbJZWKzqNO67wnk6GN_NoN9geTBoHtyMf5PzncsLTsBvoUrwUR2hlTFp3PWg/s400/Pictures+2009-11-22+019.jpg" /></span>Pops Stargellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12921963867975550928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833576952553447106.post-35528092553333448082009-11-22T17:12:00.003-06:002009-11-22T17:32:34.490-06:00There's No Need to Fear....<div><span style="font-size:130%;">I promise to put up a post or two about the boys later tonight. But first, a quickie from church today. Some of you know that I currently work with the 14- and 15-year old young men. In class today, one of them was teaching the lesson. It was all about good versus evil, built around a number of examples he was using of heroes and villains. Most of them came from the scriptures - David vs. Goliath, Jesus vs. Satan, etc - and he did a terrific job. It was very well thought-out, and he really has a good grasp of the scriptures. So keep that in mind. There were just two brief moments that made me love the lesson even more.<br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">1) As he was listing out various hero-villain combos on the white board, in the middle of all of the scriptural examples, he included Batman vs. The Joker. He didn't elaborate or comment, and he clearly wasn't looking for a laugh. He was very serious. And really, who can argue with Batman and The Joker?<br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">2) After he had gone over his last hero-villain example, and as he was wrapping up the lesson, he commented that not only could people be heroes but animals too (which was a good point). And then this very serious comment: "You know, like Underdog." Again, not looking for a laugh. And not getting one, by the way. Except from me. In my head. Man, I love these young men.<br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">So in honor of our furry protagonist, a couple of my favorite Underdog lines...<br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">"Not plane, nor bird, nor even frog,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">It's just little old me, Underdog."<br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">And from when someone would complain about the damage he caused...<br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">"I am a hero who never fails.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I cannot be bothered with such details."<br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407070754859102850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjO-uLRCemWBeu3wUdLoHo1pbQypyaMumvFt838ZwO7xAKD_IYAKSxr5xbUoBAwkl4KP_7YOYhXIQ11gXumbMPB9IWfWCNmd0BI24F3hObwWrbchKfuC6RgcED8URVXZQdQFkTrnQQWt0/s400/Underdog.jpg" /></span>Pops Stargellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12921963867975550928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833576952553447106.post-28212525525213248492009-11-08T21:50:00.006-06:002009-11-09T00:21:37.747-06:00He's crafty...and he's just my type!<div align="center"><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">November 3 (pm) and November 4 (am) - I haven't posted anything in ages, so this is my attempt to get back on track. Just a couple of quick pics of Noah's first special homework assignment of his young career. His teacher wanted the kids and their families to work together on creatively decorating a turkey they were each given on construction paper.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />I was both excited and nervous to work on this with him. First problem: uh, zippo legitimate craft supplies in my house. So the kids and I had to pitstop at a couple of stores to stock up. Second problem: Papa's a dude with very little craft creativity. I have few qualities that can seriously compete with my inability to sing on-key for "Most Obvious Void" in my talent spectrum. But my lack of art skills is one of them.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Fortunately, this was a kindergarten project. Papa can do kindergarten. So we pulled out whatever crafty type materials we could find, along with an eclectic mix of cotton balls, yarn, fishies, marshmallows, candy corn and straws. Next thing you know, we've got ourselves one bad mother turkey. Beeju's favorite part: giving the turkey eye ball legs and feet. He thought that was hysterical. Dad's favorite part: eating 10 marshmallows and 10 fishies for every one that made it onto the fowl. I refer to it as "product research."</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><div align="left"><br />I'm kinda diggin' this art stuff. Bring on the next project!</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></div></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401952692754760530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyQ9CKhhjCfLif4tUGfFN5erhP9VriHJxfheLpsDjQ9xDDmH-S6wpcFoI4A0UZvFdtcV0lWm5_cHaPJZEEyCJig3fsQ93NBBZes18Km1PYXy8V8kbPD81RrPW-ELQTMFvreX2jAJVt6Mo/s400/Pictures+2009-11-08+148.jpg" /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">That is one proud little man holding his turkey. And that is one absurdly proud daddy holding the camera. Best part was the time together. The turkey just took care of itself.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401951957358843970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuq86tTgGXMJbBy9M9MHWltdfrUhiUKDzjvLaz0GnSBjUQqjlmsQCCji5XTKdfd6ZBRO5IDJ-vtVIpfhGUYNnSvmhCyIk9dIf-o9pk9Cq5H-7tTZzEyIi9_O_xJ4cy5x0ANtCRfTJjMa0/s400/Pictures+2009-11-08+145.jpg" /> An up-close of the glittery gobble gobble.</span></div></div>Pops Stargellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12921963867975550928noreply@blogger.com6